I thought I knew how much my fiancé loved me—until he failed to show up at the altar on our wedding day. The next day, I spotted him in my father’s office, signing papers, unaware of what it was about.
On the night of our sixth anniversary, Brian and I went to our favorite fine-dining restaurant. He appeared unusually nervous, which left me wondering why.
“What’s wrong, Brian? Are you okay?” I asked as he fidgeted in his seat, glancing behind me repeatedly.
He nodded and forced a smile. “Yeah, of course, I’m fine,” he reassured me. “It’s our anniversary, and I couldn’t be happier.”
I smiled at his response and turned my attention to the menu. Even though I had memorized it from all our visits, I still liked to glance over it for nostalgia’s sake.
When I finally looked up, I was met with the biggest surprise of my life.